Taking the last drag of his cigarette, Holsten dropped it to the ground and ground it out with his heel. He should leave it at that, let her go her own way thinking whatever she wanted about him and just get on with his life. But they were both stuck in London and for who knew how long. Why not have one last taste?
With a smirk he called out to her, "Jo, you're going the wrong way." She probably knew exactly where she was going but if she did glance back and see his smirk, hopefully she'd catch on to what he was saying. And if he got shot down, well at least he'd given it one last shot.
With a smirk he called out to her, "Jo, you're going the wrong way." She probably knew exactly where she was going but if she did glance back and see his smirk, hopefully she'd catch on to what he was saying. And if he got shot down, well at least he'd given it one last shot.